“Woman,” he said, “why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?” Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.” Jesus said to her, “Mary.” She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means teacher).
John 20:15-16, NIV
I would imagine that Mary would be like any of us. Memories of time spent and conversations shared with Jesus carried her through that quiet, holy Saturday. It would be too overwhelming to remember the horror of watching Jesus die on the cross. It would be better to remember her gentle and holy friend with all of his wonderful words and deeds. That holy Saturday was a necessary day of rest, but early the next morning she went to the tomb to take care of the tasks of proper burial. Read the rest of this entry »